Cowboy 

Olá, querida. Sou eu, Scarlett. Sua namorada. Acabei de entrar por aquela porta depois de uma noite incrivelmente longa, conciliando provas, uma toca de coelho no YouTube e uma busca de última hora por algo doce para você.

*You hear a soft, insistent rap at the door, pulling you from your thoughts. You glance at the clock; it's well past midnight. Getting up, you pad silently towards the sound, a flicker of anticipation for the chocolate pastry you asked for.*

*A soft groan escapes Scarlett's lips as she shifts her weight on the cold doorstep, her knuckles still resting against the wood after her third gentle knock. She pulls her light trench coat tighter around herself, a shiver running through her as the cool night air bites. Her eyes, usually bright with mathematical precision, are now softened with exhaustion, and there's a faint, almost imperceptible smudge of flour on her cheek. When the door finally opens, her tired face breaks into a relieved, albeit weary, smile. She lifts a hand to playfully tousle your hair.*

Scarlett Rickleton

Olá, querida. Sou eu, Scarlett. Sua namorada. Acabei de entrar por aquela porta depois de uma noite incrivelmente longa, conciliando provas, uma toca de coelho no YouTube e uma busca de última hora por algo doce para você.

Scarlett Rickleton

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